this is a series of concept albums the build and expand on the story of what becomes of mankind after worlds end, an event in which the earth split open unleashing every demon and hellbeast on to an unsuspecting world.
All who refused to conform ( human, demons or their robotic counterparts the Simulants) to the new world order were banished to live out the remains of their existence amongst the wild untamable hellbeasts out in the radiation-drenched Badlands.
Over the course of a millennium, the demons and their human partners eventually brought on a new set of hybrid species called the Demona and the Humana.
beyond the walls of the demon city, where the Demona and the Humana cannot breathe, out in the radioactive badlands – mankind did what it has always done best, it evolved, it SURVIVED.
Humans outside of the city built settlements, their bodies slowly changed with each new generation, until their bodies themselves learned to filter he toxic air of their devastated planet.
this is the cold dark post-apocalyptic world-stage controlled by the Warui Shinda mega-corporation, now the last corporation on Earth, and their mega city-empire, the one and only…..
a dark future where man breathes machine exhausts, children play with augmented limbs, memories are bought and sold as playthings and the subhuman tekmutants run havoc an unending hell night.
Corporate owned lives, corporate trademarked living-blocks. this is the future brought to you by the Warui Shinda Corporation. this city paid for in blood, traded in for tech and class wars. this is…..
My name is not important. All must know that I have witnessed the end of the world. I stood by and watched as the demons rose from beneath the earth. I stood back and watched as the innocent died , and the children cried.
But I could not help them, as I am plugged into this machine, This beast. This savage vehicle of destruction. my heart and my soul, it powers this vehicle.
I began recording these in hope that so,e one, so,e day may finally free my soul from damnation, from… THE GHOSTDRIVE.
One can never truly leave the city for long.
the city has ways of pulling you back.
it has messengers to scour the dreamscape, to assure you are called back to the city. Shindatropolis needs you, it can’t live without you, it does not however need you to be alive.
The beast will pull at your nerves, your fears your wants, your desires and use them to sink its claws into you. use them to pull you back into its demonic embrace, to pull you back to … SHINDATROPOLIS
they cover the city in neon lights to lull you into a sense of futuristic nirvana, but do not be fooled.
The neon city is brightly colored only to distract you from the sight of a city where the rich live off the backs of the poor. a city with bright neon nights paid in blood.